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Prologue

I have been running for so long. I do not know how long I can keep going. I have been hiding for countless years, since He was resurrected.

Damn their cowardice and fear. They resurrected some of the worst people in the history of the world. From the one who was insane due to a perceived drumbeat in his head, to the mad scientist who took one look at the chaos and ran like the coward she was. She always ran.

To the one who turned out mad. Yes, he may have been the one of the creators of my civilisation, but he was an egomaniac. So many things he put his name to from a coronet to a sash, he just had to get his name everywhere.

However there was one who wasn't resurrected. Who stayed alive throughout. Time tells if that is a good thing.

He was the one who refused to get involved. Who stayed out of the battles. Who stuck by his vows of not getting his hands dirty in battles or wars. Who tried to help those who were on the peripheral of it all , but didn't get involved at all.

Until.

I heard the rumours.

Of how there was one man.

Who started to fight back against the enemy. Who defeated them constantly throughout the years. He went from a youngish looking man with a brown hair colour, to a man, made old by the countless centuries of war.

Last I heard of him, he was old. His hair grey, with a grey goatee beard. His face lined with the experience of the war. He was going to end it all. With The Moment.

I had heard of The Moment when I was president. I forbid any research, any look, any tinkering. I forbid it all.

And she thanked me at nights for this.

She appeared in my dreams as a young girl. Blondish hair, Earth ( I think you could say it was a London type) accent. She reassured me , she said it would be over soon. She said I would be surprised.

She said The one and true Doctor was coming. Then she said the 2 true Doctors were coming.

And then she said ALL of the Doctors were coming.

And then she said Gallifrey was gone. Every time she said this, I woke up , scared, sweating , fearful.

I always woke up shouting his name. And then the doubts came.

How could all of him be coming? There are only 8 of him. The latest one is not called The Doctor. I don't know what he calls himself now. I know he is fighting. The Doctor wasn't a fighter. I am at a loss. And I miss my dog.

SOME TIME LATER.

Something has changed.

Last night, as I cowered with the rest of the township, the battle increased. Staser bolts ringing from the sky. Sky trenches giving way, Daleks flying down in their fighers, killing, massacring, destroying. Soldiers doing what they could to repel every attack. But failing.

And then I saw what was happening in the sky. I saw 12 lights going into a pattern and then there was a bright light.

We were alive.

The egomaniac took credit of course. We all knew he would. Rassilon the rescuer he called himself now. But we all knew what he was going to do and who stopped him.

And now I have a clear mission in my life.

I want to find my friend.

I want to say thank you.

I want to give him a hug.

I want to make sure hes ok.

Because my name is Romanadvoratrelundar. You can call me Romana. Ex Lord President of Gallifrey. And for now I need to do a small wee change. This body is battered and wearing thin. And I need a bit of a refresh. This might take some time for me to sort, but I will be back. I promise.